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Rough copy for my 2D class! Will be painting it on illustration board.

been a while! I stopped writing about my daily events it seems, and I don't like that. I've got some catching up to do!

So, what's happened? That guy I've given up trying to befriend? I was going to the pub with a friend and I ended up inviting him only to be polite, since we were blatantly discussing our plans in front of him. So he came along and I was less than pleased because of the whole mood he gives to every situation. Anyway I was having wings at the pub and got something stuck in my teeth and was trying to get it out for like, ever. I went at it and at it and he said a few things about me just leaving it or whatever but I kept at it. Then, out of nowhere, he's like, "who are you trying to impress?" in like a super attitude-y way. I was like, whoaaa, buddy. Seriously? I have to be trying to impress someone for this to be justified? Okay, in that case the only reason I ever bother to bathe or brush my teeth is also because I'm just trying to impress someone. What's the point in washing my underclothes if I'm not trying to impress anybody!? He's a fucking nut, seriously. And paranoid, too. While I was trying to get the pepper out of my teeth, I was holding my phone CLEARLY SIDEWAYS and I was CLEARLY jaws open, other hand down, looking into the screen of my phone. Meanwhile my other friend is texting his girlfriend and this guy goes "are you guys messaging eachother?" Yeah man, we're blatantly sharing secrets via text while you're right here with us. WHAT the fuck.

Also this one "friend" I had made, I really can't stand her. All she ever talks about is her boyfriend, shopping, makeup and cheerleading (if she's not too busy complaining about something or another.) She's the type of person where you ask her how her weekend was, she goes on and on and on and never asks a thing about you. Ever. We never talk about anything that doesn't concern her. All I ever do is listen to her bitch and moan. She's unbelievably spoiled. Rich, and gets all angry when she doesn't get what she wants. She feels entitled and she fucking sucks. Anyway, apparently she finds me annoying, which is straight up retarded because ALL I do is listen to her in her valley girl accent. Besides, anyone who knows me knows that I'm actually great, so she can fuck right off. The point is, I'm done with her. That felt good.

I wanted to go back on birth control. Not because of my cute little scare but because they REALLY help with cramps. I called for a renewal of my prescription but they won't do it for me until I go in for another pap test! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT WAS THE WORST EXPERIENCE EVERRRR. SO, now I either take the horrible HORRIBLE pap test and get my birth control and blissful two-day periods or NOT take the test and have horrible, painful, seven-day periods which make me miss a day of college each month. Brb, crying.

Well,

I'm back from reading week. Coming back here after being at home was difficult but I think I'm used to it already. It was so nice waking up in my bed every day with Alex in a room full of sunlight. I can hardly wait 'til Christmas!

We went to a bar on Friday with some friends. They had all dressed up. We weren't in costume so when people asked we just said we were going as "that" couple. I'm really disappointed! I had no idea we were going somewhere for Halloween so I didn't bring my costume with me from Oakville. I haven't worn it in two years because I didn't get the chance to wear it last year. My Halloween is getting more and more nonexistent each year. This is it though. Mad Hatter. Super cute, right?

So, I mentioned in an earlier post that there was this guy I've been wanting to be friends with. I thought I was making good progress and I thought he was just shy, but last night we hung out with a couple of other girls and he was so weird, I think I might just have to give up on him. He doesn't contribute to conversation at all. I don't know if he thinks that we're not talking to him but that doesn't make any sense, we're there as a group and he's like right in-between us, he was totally included but he said nothing. He doesn't say anything unless you address him directly and even then he provides very little information unless you ask. He was so distant and disinterested. He literally did not talk on his own accord unless we were talking about drawing. That's the only time he ever has anything to say, when it's about school (basically drawing) or an assignment (basically drawing) or drawing (drawing.) The deal-breaker for me was when he put his headphones in. I was like, REALLY? Why are you even here!? I thought it was so rude. But I swear, that's just the way he is. I know that if he didn't want to be there, he wouldn't be. The whole thing was painful, I just wanted to leave. I'm not going to ask him to hang out again, so unless he asks me, I guess that's it.

The weirdest part is that I have him on Facebook and we banter a little bit back and forth there, and he seems funny based on comments he makes on my photos, and he does tease which is a good sign. He's got personality online, but offline he's dreadful. I don't get it!

Anyway, I'm off to write my midterm!

I've

received a blog award from Katie! So Apparently now I've got to list seven facts about myself and then make my own blog recommendations. I'm not going to recommend any blogs because the only one I follow is Katie and the only people who follow me are Katie and another lovely lady who found me through Katie's recommendation. Hah.. D:

So! Seven facts about me. 

1) I have three tattoos and the fourth is all planned out. I think I'll get it in the spring. It'll either be my last or second last one. They're addictive at first but I'm about done. Though I do love tattoos, personally I like the look of naked skin better than I would like ink on myself. Only one of three tattoos is visible. You can see it in my last post. (Yes, that is a preggers test. Huzzah!)

2) When I'm not living in my college town, I live with my boyfriend of (almost) two years, Alex. He is my first everything. People say we're an excellent and slash or cute couple. He's the one with me in the photos in my last post. I hope that's obvious enough, though.

3) I need to travel. Seriously. I was fine not traveling at all, but then once I started it became an addiction that cannot be satisfied. I want to see everything and then I want to see everything twice. I feel like the whole reason I'm at school, trying my best to get a good job in my field that earns me a lot of money is so that I can use that money to see the world. I can't wait! (My largest tattoo pertains to my love of traveling.)

4) I have a violent and inexplicable fear of vomit and vomiting. I've developed like, a sixth sense. I can always tell when someone's about to be sick in films and I've become really good at it in real life, too! I bolt out of the room; fast. In the theater, I look down and plug my ears. One time I was in a hall with a friend and we smelt something weird that we couldn't put our finger on. We left the hall and couldn't smell it anymore but my friend realized it smelt like vomit. I gagged pretty violently right there in the hall in front of everyone just knowing that that was what I was smelling earlier!

5) I've been told by a few completely unrelated people from different parts of my life that I resemble a turtle. I've started to believe it but I really don't want to!

6) The best compliments I receive are about my sense of humour. It's because I think I'm hilarious, so it's always wonderful to hear that someone else thinks so, too. I think my next favourites are when people tell me how one-of-a-kind I am. I once heard "you are the weirdest person I have ever met" and I felt amazing all day. It's true, I'm pretty fuckin' weird, but only people who really get to know me get to see that.

7) I over-think and over-analyze practically everything I do, including this stupid blog post. No fact is interesting or quirky enough, so this is where I leave you.

FUCK YEAH.

FUCK YEAH.

FUCK YEAH.

I

really need to start going to the gym. I mean, I have a free gym at my disposal at college. I'm not fat or anything, but there's clearly room for improvement. I want to look the way I looked two years ago. Except.. not exactly. I gained like ten pounds and although I'm not keen on the thighs and waking up in the morning with a less-than-flat stomach, I'm quite enjoying my newly acquired butt. Moving up a cup size isn't bad, either. Still, I want to go to the beach this summer and feel really good. Like "look at me!" good.

Thanksgiving was super. It was great being at home for like four consecutive days. Plus I had really, really good sex. Next year one of my roommates is all done so she'll be leaving. If I stay here, I'll take her room! It as a window, and room for a double bed! It's so close to the school here, too. The only reason I'd leave is if my parents bought a place to rent out. Or I guess, "bugs in the Spring.." which is another roommates reason for maybe leaving after this year.

Today I went to the pub after class with a (new) friend. I thought I was going to just get straight to doing homework, but I mentioned that I never go to the pub because all my friends here so far are eighteen so they can't go. He asked if I wanted to so I did! I like the friends I hang out with outside of class but I like to hang around with different people. Afterward we ran into another guy that I'd like to be friends with and we agreed that next time he would come with us, so I'm really glad about that. It's almost impossible to make conversation with this guy in class!

It's nearly nine o'clock now and I have an eight o'clock class in the morning with an assignment due, so I guess I'll get started on that. Sigh.

Ugh.

I set my alarm for eleven:thirty this morning. I actually woke up before that time and could have gotten up, but it was just so damn dark! It was too hard! I don't know how many times I hit snooze but I ended up waking up at one:thirty. That sucks.

I had a nightmare for the first time in a long time last night. It's hard to describe but it was terrifying while I was there and it woke me up in the middle of the night.

I finally got my student ID card yesterday and my face seriously looks like a squashed tomato.

It's Wednesday. Tomorrow is Thursday and the day after that is FRIDAY. Huzzah!

Another

week. They always start out so slow, but by Friday they always seem to have flown by. I'm hoping my dad's not busy this Friday so that Alex, my parents and I can all go out to dinner. We've been together for over a year and a half but my parents have just warmed up to him recently and I'm dying for them to get to know him better. I mean, I've been to birthdays, Thanksgiving, Easter, Christmas.. and he's barely been around my family at all. And my family is amazing (ridiculous.) And we go places and do things and now he can be a part of that! I really hope we do well in school and that everything works out as planned with my mum's new job so that the three of us can go to Europe next summer. The excitement of just thinking about it kills me every time.

I am the most mature.

School is alright. Painting sucks. I think I've figured out what I want to do, and I think it means I'll be in school for another four to six years. Most likely the latter (which sucks.) I wanted to see Epic Meal Time tomorrow because they're coming for a show at my school. Weird, right? The Epic Meal Time guys are touring? I don't get it and I can't imagine what they might do, but unfortunately I'm almost certain that the show is sold out. That's really too bad, I think it would have been really entertaining. College life is a little boring this year.